| I didn’t ask to be famous, but I’m not sore
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| 'Cause you can see my face in the window of every store
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| You can buy my lunchbox, and you can wear my clothes
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| You can remember my name just as plain as the face under your nose
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| I’m a New Kid on the Block
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| Though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach
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| So we may not write the songs we sing
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| But look at Elvis, he sold his soul and you crowned him King
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| I didn’t ask to be famous, but I’m not sad
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| You see, I’ve got everything that I always wished I had
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| I thank my managers and I thank the screaming girls
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| I thank my hairdresser for giving me such beautiful curls
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| Now I’m a New Kid on the Block
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| Well I’m twenty-three and they won’t let me grow up
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| I went down to register fot the draft
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| Well I got up to the counter and the lady there just laughed
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| She said «you're a New Kid on the Block
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| Young girls scream and old boys mock
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| Well you broke my youngest daughter’s heart
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| Well I knew you kids were trouble from the start»
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| I didn’t ask to be famous, but I’m not sure
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| That we’re as apple pie as you always thought we were
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| I can stay up all night, and I can have a blast
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| I can breakdance, I can fight, I can kick your sorry ass
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| I’m a New Kid on the Block
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| And though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach
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| There’s no need to be afraid of us
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| Though it just might be your daughter on our bus |